You were born naked, Except for a covering Borrowed from your mother, And red was your color. The world caught you up, Diluted you, washed you To the pale-pink hue Of a rock on a river’s edge. Growing, evolving, floundering Like so many before, You discovered earth, to roll in it So brown …
Author Archives: Kurt Gailey
A Writer’s Dream, or Nightmare?
O magnificent pen! What joys you bring! Shall I wax poetic about thee, dear pen? Nah. I’ll save it for poetry hour. However, now that I’ve weeded out all the readers who judge what they read by the first line of anything, I’ll get to the good stuff. Did you know there are ball …
DON’T read this if you have anxiety
We don’t even notice car crashes anymore because they’re so common. It must be true then, that the things we have in the most abundance are what we take for granted. “3 car pile-up leaves 2 dead, 8 injured.” Says the news. The reply goes something like this: “But what kind of music were they …
First Ride
Not really the first ride, but the first ride since Spring began, this latest was also the muddiest. Run-off from the mountain snow became little streams that went down parts of the trail. I couldn’t see them until I was right in them, so avoiding the mud was not really possible. It flipped up off …
Imagination Is Everything
You know how it goes. It’s night. The lights are off. When you look into the corner of your room, there’s someone sitting there who shouldn’t be there. Whoever it is, they wear dark clothes, and an even darker expression on their face. They don’t move, but you’re staring so intently at this mysterious person …
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